"Meow......" the kitten whispered a few times behind me. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

I can see its green eyes, okay, little meow, just like you're cheering me on.

I crept to the door, and in the extreme darkness, my attention was extraordinarily focused, and I closed my eyes and listened carefully into the room, as if the air had begun to stand still, and I really noticed that I heard a sound of frequency like a pendulum, but it was by no means a clock, because the sound was fading away, and it was about to be imperceptible.

Footsteps! The living room is only so big, so the source of this sound must be going up the stairs, I walked in decisively, very slowly, my hands stretched out in front of me, ten steps, I ran into the stairs, now I can't see anything, I can only rely on the sense of touch.

I climbed the stairs carefully, one step at a time, and ...... until I touched a wall, and then I turned my head and touched the steps again, and continued to go up, and when I finished the staircase, nothing unusual happened.

Now I am already at the entrance of the corridor on the second floor, two steps forward, there are walls on the left and right, this is a passage, there is no pause, I continue to move forward, in the groping, I actually touched a metal thing, made a crisp sound, in this silence, it is very clear, I quickly held it firmly, not let it make a chaotic sound, while holding my breath and concentrating, listening, fortunately there were no footsteps.

Only then did I touch the thing in my hand, it was a curved sickle with a wooden handle, but the metal blade was uneven, and the feeling in my hand was very rough and dull.

At the end of the passage, there was a corner that led to the left and right, and I put the scythe on the opening of the passage, and if anyone passed through it, it would make a noise, so I groped my way to the right, and in a short time I came across a closed wooden door.

I straightened up and stood on the side of the door, I didn't find any windows on the second floor until now, it was darker than the outside, it was as dark as ink, I took a breath softly, I pushed the door open with my hand, and after a "squeak", it was quiet again.

I don't know the layout and terrain on it, I have to use my phone, as long as I can scan it, I turned on the light of my phone, and quickly swept it into the room, and I froze at a glance.

This is a bedroom, I haven't seen the specific environment, but in the middle, there is a humanoid object hanging in the air, I looked around me vigilantly, there is nothing else, I immediately walked into the room, a little check, I can confirm that this is a dead man, I hugged his legs, put him down, the body was very light, as if it had been hollowed out, square him to the ground.

He swept the deceased with his phone, male, wearing a very ordinary coat and trousers.

I whispered, "Rest in peace, and forgive me if you are offended." ”

After speaking, I unbuttoned the corpse's shirt and did a simple inspection, although the corpse was shriveled and very sallow, but there was no obvious rancid smell, there were local droplets of corpse oil, on the whole, it was somewhat similar to a dried corpse, if it was more vivid, it was more like smoked bacon, this corpse was like it had been smoked, and it still retained a little moisture.

It's hard to judge the time of death of the corpse, but it's definitely been a long time, at least for several months, this kind of corpse that has not decomposed, it is easier to explain, one is caused by the environment, and the other is the situation of the corpse itself, I will not talk about the specifics, this is not the focus of my attention for the time being.

The body is still well preserved, there are no obvious external injuries, there is an obvious strangulation mark on the neck, which is now dark brown, the face of the deceased is very twisted and weird, and even the eyes are not completely closed, as if frozen in the moment of death, hanging is very cruel, and I have seen it for the first time.

Regarding hanging, there have been a lot of horror plots around this on TV and movies, often involving supernatural and ghosts, which makes me muttered a little in my heart, but to say that I am very scared, it is not enough, I am actually relatively calm at present.

It's just that this old corpse appeared on the second floor, which is very strange. If there were really people living in this house, how could a corpse be hung from the beams for months? It doesn't make sense, and it doesn't make sense.

I got up and looked around, there was some old-fashioned furniture in the room, and the closest to the male corpse was a dresser, which the deceased probably had moved to the center of the room before his death and used it to hang himself. I looked up and saw that there was an iron hook at the top, which was designed to hang a ceiling fan, very strong, and under the iron hook there was a black rope, which was the hanging rope of the strangled deceased.

The rope was so high off the ground that I couldn't reach it unless I stood on the dresser.

Continue to look at the dusty dresser, the mirror is gone, but on the table, there are a few scattered pieces of glass, flickering and reflecting in the light, but there are not many of them, and they definitely can't make up a mirror.

If you look closely, there are four shallow marks on the tabletop, which are still easy to identify on the dusty platform, and these four traces that are very close to each other are oval-shaped, and I don't see anything special for the time being.

Down, the drawer of the dresser is ajar, I shine it with electric light, there is gray paper inside, it seems to be a notebook, my angle can see that there is a dark red word "death" on the cover, the size of it may have been written with a brush, my curiosity was suddenly raised, and I was about to open the drawer, but at this moment, my back was cold, and I felt that something was staring at me behind me.

Hurriedly turned around, I actually saw a large face-like outline outside the window of this room, I was shocked, and my first reaction was to immediately turn off the light of the mobile phone!

Holding my breath, pricking up my ears and stopping, after falling into darkness, everything was quiet, I quietly approached the window, since I didn't hear the footsteps leaving, it was most likely still in place, I moved to the inside door, steady for a few seconds, ready to go.

Rushed out decisively, and at the same time turned on the light, but there was nothing in the light, and it swept back and forth, and there was nothing in the entire corridor! Strange, I ran to another room with a bright light, this is also a bedroom, much narrower, and there is a wooden bed in the corner that also collapsed, except for the messy and nothing worth noting, where did this black shadow go?

Suddenly I thought of the traces, and immediately turned the light on the ground, and I could clearly see my own shoe prints, and in addition to my own, there were oval marks, the same as those on the dresser in the room, and when I looked back, there were also in the corridor, and it spread far away, as if the whole house was full of such marks, and I realized that it was not good! I was transferred away from the mountain.